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R for Revenge
Chapter Ten
The drive to the Ashgrove Private Hospital had been uneventful; Murphy drove while Bodie sat at his side in the passenger seat, most of the journey he had been asleep or so Murphy had thought but in fact Bodie had been fully awake and listening to every sound even Dr Jones constant page turning from the back seat as he read his medical magazine. Murphy looked at the large sign welcoming them as they drove through the gates; his first impression of the old country house with its six foot wall was of a mental institution he had seen on one the late night horror shows, he was relieved that Bodie was unable to see the place, it would give a full sighted Bodie the creeps. Driving up the curved driveway to the front door Murphy saw their welcoming committee standing in the doorway.
"Well here we are, home sweet home for a few days at least" Murphy commented as he brought the car to a stop at the front door.
Switching off the engine Murphy removed the keys and walked towards the rear of the car to retrieve their bags from the boot. Dr Jones climbed out of the back and stretched his limps as Bodie found the door handle to open the car door. He didn't like this unfamiliar territory, guiding himself around the open car door he could feel the gravel underfoot and a slight breeze swept across his face, it had that country smelt about it but other than that he had no clue as to where he was, it didn't take much admitting to himself that the unknown scared him a little but he trusted Cowley's judgement in bring him to this place. Still deep in his own thoughts and fears he jumped slightly as Dr Jones lightly grabbed his arm to guide him towards the welcoming committee "This way Mr Brown" he used Bodie's fake name.
Shaking his fears away Bodie replied with "Why thank you Dr Jackson"
Dr Phillips and Nurse Smith stood on the doorstep waiting for the new arrivals, Dr Phillips stepped forward "Good evening Dr Jackson, I'm Dr Rodger Phillips" he held out his hand for Dr Jones to shake "and this must be Mr Brown our latest patient welcome" he addressed an eye bandaged Bodie wearing sunglasses.
Dr Jones cringed once again at his temporary new name, it was going to take some getting used to "Evening" he replied back
Dr Phillips turned to Nurse Smith stood by his side "Nurse Smith will be Mr Brown's personal nurse"
"That won't be necessary; I will personally be taking care of Mr Brown's needs" Dr Jones replied firmly so there was no misunderstanding
"Ok if that's what Mr Brown wants" Dr Phillips replied as Nurse Smith took her leave back inside the house.
"Yeah he's my official veggie cutter upper" Bodie smirked but underneath the light hearted banner he was glad the doctor was there, him and Murphy were the only constants at the moment.
"Follow me and we'll get you settled in your rooms" Dr Phillips lead the way inside, Dr Jones counted the steps to the front door "Ok we have three steps up to the front door" Jones and Bodie took them slowly while Murphy brought up the rear with the bags hoping that the inside was more cheery than the outside.
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The next morning Jackie Hall arrived at work slightly earlier than normal before the other members of the CI5 support team arrived. She walked down the corridor towards Cowley's Office looking nervously behind as she tapped lightly on the door. Receiving no command to come in and another quick glance over her shoulder she opened the door and stepped inside immediately closing it behind her. Even though she had been in Cowley's office many times when he was away from his desk, she now felt as if she had no right to be there like an intruder, a common thief taking something she wasn't in titled too. Rounding the desk she started going through the neatly piled files on the corner, Cowley was one meticulous man everything was labelled and coloured coded for ease. Half way down the pile she came across a file labelled Ashgrove Private Hospital, flicking it open she found a note in Cowley's handwriting. Hearing voices outside the door she lifted her head and only returned to reading the note once the voices had moved away, the note confirmed that there had been a resent booking for four people under the name of Dr Jackson. Finding what she needed to get Mike Strong of their backs for now she quickly wrote down the address and slipped the file back into the middle of the pile before hastily leaving the office.
Back inside her office which she shared with George Cowley's secretary Alison she searched her handbag for the slip of paper with Mike Strong's telephone number on. As she dialled the number she could hear Alison in the small kitchen making coffee. She kept her voice low as a female voice answered at the other end; she assumed that the poor woman was his wife.
"Hello can I speak with Mike please"
"He's in the shower" Brenda took a long deep puff of her cigarette "Do you wanna leave a message?"
"No, I'll call back later" Jackie put the receiver down just as Alison entered the room carrying two mugs of coffee.
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Doyle drank some water to his to ease the soreness of his throat caused by the insertion and removal of the ventilator tube, he pulled himself up into a more upright sitting position and winced in pain as he repaired lung and ribs screamed their objections. Settling back against the pillows he tried to piece together what he remembered about the accident, well for one it was no accident the car came from nowhere at high speed aiming straight for Bodie, if he hadn't have pushed Bodie out of the way Bodie would be dead. Doyle rubbed his ribs absent-mindedly as he remembered lying on the warm tarmac unable to breathe hearing Bodie desperately calling out his name. He remembered trying to answer; to stop Bodie from worrying but the words came out as a rasping noise.
He was brought out of his thoughts as George Cowley appeared in the doorway to his private room "Morning Doyle, glad to see your back with us"
"Morning, glad to be back sir" he was eager to know about his partner "How's Bodie, where is he?"
Cowley wondered how long it would take for Doyle to ask about Bodie, it was less than minute "At a private hospital"
Doyle's body stiffened "what, why?"
"Don't worry he's fine, Bodie was abducted and..." Cowley stared at the wall behind Doyle's bed, drifting off into his own personal thoughts of about what Bodie had endured. He had almost forgotten the atrocities he had witnessed over the years but a tied down blind Bodie lying bleeding with the letter R cut into his chest brought it all suddenly back.
"And what?" Doyle had never seen this distance look in the Scotsman's eyes before and it scared him.
Cowley looked back at Doyle there was only one word to describe it "tortured"
Doyle cradled his ribs as his anger rose "How the hell did you let that happen, you were suppose to be protecting him?"
We were, Murphy was watching out for him" Cowley barked back in his defence
"Well he did one marvellous job there" Doyle sneered back
"He was fooled, Bodie's attacker pretended to be a doctor to get to him"
"Please tell me you got the son of a bitch?"
"Not yet, all we have is Murphy artist's impression of him"
"You're telling me that the sick son of a bitch is still out there" Doyle thru back the sheets still cradling his ribs as he swung his legs out of bed, normally Bodie was quite capable of looking after himself but blind he was defenceless, he was overwhelmed with the need to protect his partner "where's my clothes?"
"I'm leaving whether the doctor likes it or not and if you don't like it you can have my resignation" Doyle opened the wardrobe door reaching in for his shirt his ribs screaming from the exertion, his muscles felt sore, bruised and battered, suddenly his legs felt like jelly
It didn't go unnoticed by Cowley as Doyle's face paled and his body started to shake from the exertion of just walking across the room "How is your resignation going to help Bodie lad, you don't even know where he is and if you resign there be no reason for me to take you to him"
Doyle leaned on the wardrobe door for support, releasing his breath slowly to calm his anger and hopeful regain some strength, she shook his head when he realised as always Cowley was right "Ok you win"
"Good, now that sorted out how about I help you back to the bed before you fall down"
Doyle smirked "Yeah, help back would be good"
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Mike Strong returned the receiver to its base after he ended his conversation with Jackie Hall, feeling pretty pleased with himself he finished writing down the address of the Ashgrove Private Hospital, tearing the paper from the note pad he headed towards John's room and tapped lightly on the bedroom door; John opened the door then quickly pulled him inside just in case Brenda was hovering around in the hallway.
Mike's eyes immediately fell on John's collection of photographs that were pinned to the wall of Bodie taken at the cricket club; they had all been slashed with a knife.
Snatching the piece of note paper from Mike's hand John read the note "Is this it, where the filthy scum called Bodie hiding?" Mike nodded his head.
"It's time, time to take your revenge, time you ended this, prove me wrong by showing me you're not weak and pathetic" John turned to Mike "Let's go, it's time"
TBC